Sitting on the edge of the wood, silently.
Rains came down for a few hours.
Now it’s all jumping
Into becoming morning steam.
Directed by the sun yet resisting
Drifting lazily back into the sky
A mist defiant to the sun.
Two adult wild turkeys and 10 young walk pass me.
We reflect against the other and no worries
Each going our own way.
Other birds chime in
I have nothing to say.
The world speaks enough.
Life passes by, without care
In being together, the world is being aware.
I might be homeless, but I am at home
My morning notes/journal as I move on with the day…